One For the Pot

Are British Politicians a Little Potty? At the end of Faust Part Two Goethe wrote something most true. The eternal lies in things of time, the stone you throw, the mount you climb. the little bird that chirps and sings, the honey bee that flies and stings This logic, to its end pursued, the British teapot must include. A teaspoonful per person tot, but, don't forget: one for the pot! Boiling water then pour in, Tepid water, 'twere a sin. Now you let the teapot 'stand,' or else the taste you'll get is bland. but let no other danger lour by waiting more than half an hour. Soaked too long tea leaves release what may disturb your stomach's peace. Persistence, up to a point, does good Beyond that point you're stuck in a wood.